“Have some damn respect, arsehole. Get out of my way!” Colt is forceful with his words.
“You’re a spoilsport, Colt,” Huxley replies.
And now…
I’m completely mortified.
Chapter Eight
As we take our seats, I sober up instantly.
There’s no doubt I’m feeling emotional and incredibly stupid as I bring my legs up to my chest for letting myself get so caught up in the moment.
This is not who I am.
I don’t have sex on a plane with some guy I met a couple of days ago.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I don’t think I’ve ever been so ashamed of myself—completely and utterly ashamed.
Colt sits down and looks at me with his head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed. “Don’t worry about them. They’re just being idiots,” Colt whispers as he rests his hand on my knee.
I instantly flinch away from him.
I’m angry.
At him, at me?I don’t know.
I’m just plain angry.
“Whatever this is, stop it,” Colt exclaims sternly, pushing me to look across at him. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head as a tear forms in my eye, then falls down my cheek.
“Dee! Don’t let those idiots get to you,” he pleads, resting his hand back on my knee. I sniff and wipe away a stray tear that has escaped from my eyes. “What have I told you about all that emotional girly shit? Here, have one of these. It’ll help,” he says, then pours a glass of Jack. Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. “Dee, talk to me?” He hands me the glass, as if Jack will make the humiliation less.
“I don’t want anotherfuckingdrink, Colt,” I state loudly, causing everyone in the jet to turn to look at me. Colt puts thedrink down and exhales. “That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. I met you when I wasdrunk. Our first kiss…drunk. Now, it’s our first time having sex, and we’re tipsy. I let myself get swept up in you and do things I’d never normally do. This isn’t me,” I insist and swipe angrily away at another stray tear running down my cheek.
“So what happened to being spontaneous and living it up, Dee?”
“I’m not used to this, Colt. I hardly ever drink and certainly don’t get it on with a man I’ve known for less than a week. I live a simple life. Yes, it may be dull and boring, but it’s what I know, and joining the Mile High Club isnotsomething I know. I just don’t know how I’m meant to fit in with you and your people.”
“My people? What do you think we are, a bunch of fucking heathens?”
“Don’t swear at me, and you know what I mean. You can’t be restrained and normal like me. You’re a rock star, so everything you do is outrageous, crazy, over the damn top. It’s like you’re on steroids. Nothing’snormalabout you, Colt.”
He scoffs. “So let me get this right. I’m a rock star, so everything’s different for me?”
“You know it is!”
“Do you even know what you’re saying, Dee? What is normal anyway?” he questions.
“Normal is not having sex for the first time in a freaking private jet with everyone listening in.”
“Okay, so you’re angry. Atmeorthem?”
“Atyou!” I yell, taking him by surprise.
